I may be what they call an adult in her late (! How and when did that happen?) twenties, but the thought of Bunkin Bronco can still make me giggle out loud.
There’s this surge of energy that races through your core and carries with it such a wave of fun and hilarity. There are so many memories filled with your laughter and accompanied by your imagination and every single time, without fail, I start laughing right out loud to myself when I begin to remember surfing like Kelly Slater and that night you saved me when the nail went through my foot and delirium was starting to set in.
Who knows what I was thinking during that bus ride when I coined the nickname “Bitty,” (really, who knows, but I think it’s so telling now of the silliness that was ever present), but were it to ever need a definition, were the name or the word ever to need an explanation of the one who still to this day will answer to that name, I think it would simply read: fun as hell and loyal and true.
Thank you for never missing a December 1st. Thank you for the text message of comfort that arrives every year without fail. That act alone in our many years of friendship sustains me and keeps me going. Thank you for for being fun as hell and loyal and true
Thank you & I love you.